Olivia took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I don't know. I feel very strongly for him, but as a psychologist, I have serious doubts a person can actually fall in love this quickly."
Eleni waved a hand in dismissal. "It's not science. It's love."
"There's a certain amount of science involved," Olivia protested. "Chemistry, hormones, pheromones - "
"And how are your hormones reacting?"
Olivia winced. "Off the charts."
"And the chemistry?"
"Highly combustible. We could provide electricity for half the United States."
Eleni nodded knowingly. "You're falling in love."
"It's too fast."
"Then slow it down."
"We're leaving for Houston in two weeks." Olivia drank some hot tea.
"That's plenty of time. Besides, he can come to Houston, too. He'll need to if he's going to ask permission to marry you."
Olivia spewed some tea on the table. "Who said anything about marriage?" She grabbed a napkin to wipe up the mess.
Her grandmother narrowed her eyes. "Surely you're not intending to live in carnal sin?"
"I just met the man."
"You looked well acquainted with him last night."
Olivia ate some more bread. "I am...extremely attracted to him. But I still can't read his emotions, so I don't know how he feels about me."
"Child, he was mauling you like a bear. We can safely assume he's attracted to you."
"That doesn't mean he wants to marry me."
"If he wants to climb the honey tree, he'll have to."
Olivia shook her head, smiling. "You make him sound like Pooh Bear."
"Hmm. I hope he's more intelligent than that." Eleni motioned toward the fridge. "He forgot his plate of food."
"I'll give it to him tonight."
"We can take it to him right now." Eleni stood and started clearing off the table. "I found out at the bakery which house he's staying at."
"What else did you find out?"
Eleni placed the cheese and olives in the fridge. "The house is owned by a rich American family, the Draganestis, and they have lots of friends who come and go. No one has seen much of your Robby, but they all know a man named Carlos who is also living there. Now, go on and get dressed, so we can go."
Thirty minutes later Olivia was dressed in jeans and her nicest cashmere sweater and knocking on the door of an elegant villa. Pots of overflowing geraniums flanked the rough, antique wooden door. The house was dazzling bright in the morning sunshine, with a fresh coat of whitewash. The tiled roof looked new, as well as the stone-paved driveway.
Eleni had insisted on coming as a chaperone. She was wearing one of her best black dresses, and she clutched a canvas tote bag filled with foil-wrapped food.
The door cracked, and a young man peered out at them. He flashed a smile as if he recognized them, then opened the door wider and leaned his long, slim body against the door frame.
"Good morning." Olivia suspected this was Carlos. "We're here to see Robby MacKay."